The local doctor had arranged my adoption. There was nothing so formal as a home study and no money changed hands.
It was decided I needed a home that was not to with my own flesh and blood and so arrangements were made.
When I was about six days old, I was taken from Cuparstone Nursing Home, Aberdeen to the Seatown in Buckie, to live with my adoptive parents, Alex and Peggy Cowie.
They made me so welcome!
Below is the first photo taken of me, with Mam, in my new home. A wee suppie hair and nae teeth. The double chin is evident even then.
The house was a traditional fisherman’s ‘but and ben.’ Dad’s parents lived in one end and we were in the other.
Behind Mam is the double bed that was in the living room.
At the time, the upstairs was an open space, where the nets were mended and stored. Great Uncle Jock was a sail maker and he also had space there for his sewing machine and materials. Later, the space was converted into bedrooms.
But this is where I lived for the first eight years of my life.
